We lost one last year, though stolen isn't quite the word. My buddy hit a buck too far back and it made it into an open field before it laid down. We could just see the tips of his antlers due to the lay of the land, so could tell that it was still holding his head up. To approach it before it's head went down was begging for it to get back up and run. The chances of it escaping both of us on a snow covered field were about nil, but the risk of having to shoot it to ragdolls had to be considered.
About the time we had decided to give it a few more minutes a pickup came down a cross-trail that would take it right past the buck. Predictably they saw the bedded buck, and jumped out and shot it three times. There is no way that buck could have made us as happy as the grinning shooter was, and besides, it was now a hairy bag of gut-shot bloodclots so we didn't contest his ownership, in fact were only too happy to be rid of it. It was funny how his partner was determined to argue that the deer wasn't hit, even with a blood trail through fresh snow to show differently. We found the whole situation rather funny.
About the time we had decided to give it a few more minutes a pickup came down a cross-trail that would take it right past the buck. Predictably they saw the bedded buck, and jumped out and shot it three times. There is no way that buck could have made us as happy as the grinning shooter was, and besides, it was now a hairy bag of gut-shot bloodclots so we didn't contest his ownership, in fact were only too happy to be rid of it. It was funny how his partner was determined to argue that the deer wasn't hit, even with a blood trail through fresh snow to show differently. We found the whole situation rather funny.
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